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damned_institute2010-08-28 06:40 pm
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Night 51: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[from here.]
Here was that right turn. About the only place Logan could get to with no confusion was the bulletin board, and by extension the cafeteria: straight down the hall, take two lefts. Once he got there, there was a possibility that he'd get held up - a handful of people had all said the same thing: trying to go through that room at night was a bad idea.
Well, it was a good idea; it just also happened to be dangerous. It sounded like the crew that'd tried to hit the basement last night had gotten held up, and there was nowhere else that could happen. There were two doors in the cafeteria that indicated there was some other way to get in, but Logan had no idea what that was. There was a door way behind him, but that was the wrong direction. With any luck, Kurt would have an idea.
With his luck, both doors led to goddamn broom closets.
[To here.]
Here was that right turn. About the only place Logan could get to with no confusion was the bulletin board, and by extension the cafeteria: straight down the hall, take two lefts. Once he got there, there was a possibility that he'd get held up - a handful of people had all said the same thing: trying to go through that room at night was a bad idea.
Well, it was a good idea; it just also happened to be dangerous. It sounded like the crew that'd tried to hit the basement last night had gotten held up, and there was nowhere else that could happen. There were two doors in the cafeteria that indicated there was some other way to get in, but Logan had no idea what that was. There was a door way behind him, but that was the wrong direction. With any luck, Kurt would have an idea.
With his luck, both doors led to goddamn broom closets.
[To here.]
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Claude's eyes darted up and down the hallway once they stepped out of the previous one. After spending so much time in darkness, it felt liberating to be able to navigate the building with his own vision. It would have been kind of a drag if he'd had to rely on Guy to literally hold his hand while he went to check on Dad. Of course, he had Natalia to thank for restoring his sight.
While the coast looked clear so far, he knew they didn't need to stick around here for long. Claude turned and began making his way toward the recreational field, expecting Guy to walk with him.
"We should probably stick to the wall, though," he remarked. "I mean, just so we don't wind up drawing any more attention to ourselves than necessary."
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Though it took a lot for Guy to get fed up with someone in the first place. Claude didn't even get close.
When the younger man made his suggestion as they walked toward the field, Guy was quick to nod. "Sounds good to me," he said. He hadn't really been planning to race out onto the field and start waving his arms around, anyway, though he knew that wasn't really what Claude was getting at. They just needed to be as unobtrusive as possible.
Once they reached the door, Guy pulled forward to lead them out.
[To here.]